His Possession

Chapter Forty-Two:

"I see you've gotten ahold of the bitch. Good job." Marco's words brought a whole new fury to my body and I watched their brief interaction in pure shock. My eyes shifted towards the open door, and I felt my body dive forward towards it.

I was inches away from the fresh air when I felt an arm wrap around my stomach and shove me back down against the chair, hovering over me and preventing me from going anywhere. "Oh, you're not going anywhere anytime soon, bitch." Marco's words oozed out and I heard Damon click the door shut and lock it.

My eyes narrowed onto his deep brown ones, and I wanted to let out a scream. I wanted him to hurt. I wanted him to bleed. I said nothing, keeping my jaw locked and my eyes set on his large figure.

"Not saying anything huh, that's new." Marco turned away from me and looked over to Damon, who watched me with his hands in his suit pockets. His eyes flicked over to Marco's and he smiled, embracing him a big hug.

I clenched my jaw more. Traitor. I hadn't realized I had said that out lout, until they both pulled away from each other and looked at me. Marco cocked his head to the side and he smiled.

"Do you really think I want Luca on top in this industry? He's nothing but a soft hearted boy. He doesn't know anything. He's never had to experience true hurt, until now." His eyes hardened but he smiled, showing off his yellowing teeth.

"So this is why you're doing this with him? Because you don't want Luca to succeed because you're too arrogant? He's your own fucking son! You raised him! You completely morphed him into being a cold blooded killing machine! He only changed because I came along! I mended the bonds you broke!" I cried out and bent forward in the chair, feeling a rush of anger coarse through my shaking body.

Damon kept silent, allowing Marco to hiss in response, "You destroyed him. My boy. He was perfect without you coming along and 'fixing him'." He stepped closer to my chair, making me shrink back at his fuming state. "You barely know him, I've known him for twenty-seven years. So don't you dare begin to tell me what's right and wrong!" Spit flew at my face as Marco hissed at me, his words doing little damage to me.

"He's a good person. Don't ruin that." I mumbled back feeling myself losing against this stubborn man.

He scoffed and pulled back from me, glancing over to Damon who watched us. "Do you think Luca will need some motivation to get our message?" Damon spoke firmly, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Marco cocked his head towards him, "I think so." I began to shake and curl up into the chair, not completely understanding what they were getting at.

Damon turned towards the office doors, creaking them open and poking his head out. "Jacob, Aldo, you know what to do." He said and suddenly the two men stepped into the room. I shot up from my sitting position and backed up against the wall, feeling my body mold into it.

"No. Get away from me. Don't touch me!" I cried and shook my head around.

I heard Marco laugh, "Careful with this one, she knows how to use her nails and mouth." I shot a look at Marco, and realized Damon had been staring at me. He nodded slightly and I shook my head in response as the men came towards me.

I shifted against the wall, completely trapped. "No. No. No!" I cried as Jacob raised his fist at me.

"Goodnight, Pimpi." His fist connected with my temple and I felt my body grow limp and hit the ground.

*****

My eyes fluttered open slowly, seeing the bright fluorescent lighting of the room I was in made my eye strain and my head cringe back. I closed my eyes again and tried to regain my bearings. I had no idea where I was- in what room I mean.